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Grandma Anne
"Don't be a baby! Lorraine!!" Called her sister pounding on their bedroom door for a few minutes before she finally gave up and left Lorraine alone. Lorraine laid silently on her bed, her tears filling her eyes. Now Lorraine and her sister bickering wasn't something new. The sisters often argued, Lorraine and Marie were just as different as night and day. At least, that's how their father put it. But at the moment Robert nor Georgiana were home. And that was why the argument between the two had gotten so out of control.
The argument had begun over a disagreement though Lorraine didn't see it as a disagreement. She was right, she knew she was right. Lorraine had been playing with her sister who much rather be doing something else than brat sitting as she called it. The sisters had been having a tea party, one of Lorraine's favorite games when she suggested they invite their Grandmother.
Lorraine only had one Grandmother, one she knew of anyway. Her mother's mother, Anne. The only problem with this was Anne had died when Lorraine was only two months old so really she never met her in a way she could remember her. Yet Lorraine always spoke of her and in great detail. Normally, her parents humored her but on this day Marie wasn't having any of it.
She pointed out to Lorraine that their Grandmother had died years ago. Lorraine knew this, she knew she was the only one who saw her Grandmother but still she was such a big part of her life. Lorraine began to argue back at her sisters. "She died but she's still here. I see her... I talk to her! Every day!" Marie stood and frowned "no you don't! You're just CRAZY! The old woman is DEAD!" At that Lorraine rushed upstairs to the bedroom she shared with her sister, slammed the door shut, and locked it before flinging herself onto the bed.
Now she laid alone crying quietly that was until she felt someone touch her head. She looked up sniffling back her tears. "Gran..." she whimpered and moved to hug her as she sat down. To Lorraine it was all real, she could feel her, smell the scent of her perfume. "What's wrong angel? Marie?" She asked, Lorraine nodded. "Yes! She's the worst sister in the world! I hate her!" She snapped angrily and glared at the door as if her sister was there now.
Anne only shook her head "no you don't. Never say that. You must not let your anger overtake you." Lorraine pouted and looked to her Grandmother. "She said you aren't really here and that I'm crazy... I'm not.." Anne welcomed Lorraine to her lap and held her. "You are not crazy." She said and looked to her. "Am I real to you?" Lorraine nodded yes wiping her tears on her sleeve. Anne smiled "then that's all that matters."
She said kissing Lorraine's head. "Now... how about we stay away from grumpy Marie... and listen to some music... yeah?" Lorraine nodded smiling and looked to the record player. Her Grandmother never stood or touched the record player but it began to play the record inside it, a soft tune Lorraine often listened to. Sighing softly she leaned against her Grandmother's chest, Anne gently patted her back and before long Lorraine was asleep. When she woke she woke to the knocking of her parents on the door. Sitting up she looked around, her Grandmother wasn't in sight but the smell of her still lingered, and the record player now gave a soft hiss, the music having ended a bit ago.
Lorraine got up and unlocked the door for her parents. She didn't bother to tell them what had happened between her or Marie, it wasn't important anymore. She also didn't bother to tell her parents or even Marie about her Grandmother having been there. The evidence was there plain enough and anyway she didn't need to be believed. She knew the truth in her heart. Her Grandmother was there for her. Grandma Anne "Am I real to you? Then that's all that matters."
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